My day began as normal. Woke early, perfect weather, out for a jog. Joined my partner in a cab downtown to a cafe for coffee and bagel. Our offices opened before most at 8am. Our staff, all thirty five of them trickled in after hangover cures or yoga or both.
All my life I’ve had days of deep, deep, dark experience that I call “the Blues” No, it’s not a footy club. It’s akin to depression, deep grief, an inner pain and suffering beyond measure. I experience this once in a blue moon, maybe the last time was 5 years